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He sat outside on the balcony. Sitting on the chair you got for your birthday. He often sat out there when he and Bruce got in an argument. Which was quit frequently.
"What happened this time?" You asked. Taking a seat next to him.
"Same thing that always happens. He is pissed that I'm actually making a difference in Gotham. The one he refuses to do. Old Man thinks I've surrounded myself with the darkness of the revenge." He informed, not looking you in the eyes.
"He only wants to help you, Babe." You tried to reason.
"He failed that a long time ago." He scoffed.
"I hope I don't fail you." You whispered. Just loud enough for him to caught it.
